Strawberry Bread

As I said in my last post, Ann and I stopped off at Trent one afternoon when we decided we didn't want to drive another 55 miles one way days. It just so happened Trent needed a band director too so I told one of my friends (that was also married to a black man) about the job. Roy was our superintendent and he happened to be the youngest one in the state at that time. 15 or 20 years later my youngest daughter got jealous when he came up and hugged me at a reunion. He was not the hugging type and was probably one of the most professional people I know. He probably wanted to strangle me in my younger days. He was supportive of me when he found out about my marriage. The Board of Trent was supportive. I taught there five years. Several things happened there. I'll never forget when I drove my new car to school and a neighborhood kid preceeded to peel off the sticker of my firebird. Boy, Was I ticked? Then there was the time when Freddie bit his tongue pretty deep running around on the playground. We had several interesting characters work with us out there. One teacher went to Roy and told him the elementary teachers weren't making her feel welcome. Boy, was that a mistake. She is still a whiner. One night my family and I were eating out and she came over and spent the entire time talking to us while we were eating. Then there was Rose whose tongue wiggled like a snake while she talked. She was very weird and I think she is the strangest teacher I ever worked with. Bar none. My smallest class was 7 and largest was 18. That was when you could teach and enjoy it not worrying about a test. Boy has things changed. What life lessons I learned from that time and that community I can't begin to tell you, but I have great feelings when I think about those days and I never have a bad taste in my mouth. I am always so happy when I see children from there I taught and their families.